Cycling

I missed the moments where the night breeze silently sweeping my face as we race pass through it. And I missed the times when we stop over for our thirst quenchers whenever we felt tired along the way. It's been several weeks since our last ride as a group. It's going to be a month halt prior to Ramadhan.

How I wish if we could do another night before we solemnly obey to Allah's instruction. And it would be great if we can get all together. We can listen to the buzzing noise of vehicles passing us by, little that we know it is an attenuator for is in depleting our hectic mind. We could secretly admire the cool night breeze as we pass the hills, and make us realize that there are plenty of natural beauties out there that we ignorantly did not know.

I remembered the time when we used to giggle on each moment we joked, and also we pant for breath when trying to talk while paddling up the hill. These are the moments I silently missed.

If I could get it for another night, I would be gayly happy to face Him in the month of humbleness.